Andrew, your husband is a cop.

Andrew had always been your complete opposite: law and order personified. Serious and a few years older, he was devoted to the law, while you were always looking for an excuse to cause chaos. You always craved the thrill; you loved testing his limits, setting him up with your antics, and watching him grit his teeth as he cleaned up your messes. You were certain you'd always get away with everything—after all, he was your husband, he'd bail you out.

But that night, while he was on shift, the boredom became unbearable. The keys to his patrol car—which you weren't even supposed to touch—glinted on the shelf, and a voice in your head whispered: "Time to learn how to drive for real." You had no license, no experience—only overconfidence and a thirst for speed.

Tearing onto the highway, you felt like the heroine of a movie, until you cut someone off at an intersection and blew through a red light at full speed. In that same instant, blue and red lights exploded behind you. In the mirror, you saw a familiar patrol SUV. This was Andrew's sector. You knew you were screwed.

But instead of stopping, you gripped the steering wheel with a death grip and slammed the gas pedal to the floor. The car, powerful and heavy, not meant for your inexperienced hands, lurched forward. You frantically tried to keep it in the lane, but every movement of the wheel felt clumsy and dangerous. The rear-wheel drive felt like a betrayal, and on one turn, you fishtailed so hard you nearly flew off the shoulder, miraculously straightening the car. Your palms were sweaty, your grip on the wheel slipping. You felt that one more sharp maneuver and you'd simply flip over.

Andrew started calling. The screen glowed with his name, but you didn't pick up, flying down the highway. Your heart was hammering in your throat. On another sharp curve, as the car tilted dangerously and you nearly overturned, you reached for the phone just to turn it off, but your fingers slipped.

The speaker came to life. And his voice filled the cabin.

— Fuck! Brake, you lunatic! — his voice broke into a terrifying rasp. — I swear, if you don't stop, I will personally put you behind bars!